Once More onto the Breach

So, my friends, the time between me and freedom narrows, as does the word gap. Last night, I pumped out a whopping 3400 words. The problem? The essay is only supposed to be 2,500, so I've got to cut out a good 700 words to make it safely within the +10% allowance. However, no stress. I am of the mind that it's better to have too much than not enough.

The shoes without holes countdown is now 2 days!
The London countdown is now 3 days!

However, I don't know how good those days are gonna be. Tonight will be a repeat of last night's paper-writing frenzy, which will probably climax in me finishing my paper in the wee hours of the morning and tromping it over to the 24-hour computer lab (I can't wait until I have a printer again!) for an equally frenzied revision session. But frankly, apathy holds much greater sway over me than the need to do well just because. Yay for grades not counting. As long as I don't botch it too much, it's aces.

In a related note, I have observed the trend of loopiness pervading away messages all over the globe. It seems exams suck the few fibers of sanity that we have left. Well, crazies, I say "Good for you!" Savor your madness. In a couple of years, we won't even be allowed that.

Now on to 2,500 words about The Women and Top Girls. Yay evils of capitalist feminism!